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     The moment he said that, she knew exactly what he was up to – but hey. It worked. “Fine!” she sighs. Another clearing of her throat. “I want a nice dinner.” Babs admits in a mutter, eyes deviating before finally returning to meet his. 

       _{“How nice?” He asked, deciding to get straight to the point, but mainly it was to know if Ky actually had to dress up in a suit. While he used to wear them religiously… now? He rarely ever put one on, but he’d do it – just so she’d be somewhat happy.}